I frequently get up around 4:00 a.m. to go to the bathroom and it’s usually very easy to get back to sleep although occasionally the cats raid my room and want to massage my stomach as I lay in bed or per loudly next to my head.
I usually fall back asleep and wake up a little later but this morning the cows were in distress. Those loud bellowed moos that can be heard three farms over I’m sure. They’re in a new pasture this week that allows them to be a little closer to the house when they’re making those noises and they continued so I’ve been here long enough to know the difference between a hungry cow a pissed-off cow or a cow in distress and this was that distress called that’s kind of like hey human come help me.
So since I was up anyway and I knew that I’d be pissing off that one neighbour that complains about the dog barking. No doubt she’s already sent a text alerting the farmer Doug that one of his cows is mooing. So I put on my shoes and went to check it out.
It wasn’t a big emergency this time. None of the cows had broken out or gotten misplaced. It was just that one of the baby cows wanted to have her breakfast and nurse, but she didn’t quite understand why she couldn’t. Mother was on one side of the fence and she was on the other side and because it was a new pasture she had no idea how to get to mother.
As I was standing there trying to figure out the problem The moos are quite loud, especially to a just woken-up brain like mine. I quickly ascertained the issue and helped to herd the baby towards her waiting mother and almost immediately the cows stopped mooing. Of course, this whole process woke the dogs and their morning routine got shifted up an hour. So I suspect the entire house will be up shortly unless they calm down. It’s hit and miss with these dogs. Sometimes one or two barking will start the chain reaction to all 15 and sometimes it won’t. We’ve got four dogs in the kitchen this week because they’re in heat and I think the plan is to breed one and then the other a week later but I don’t pay too much attention to dog duty here. I just know that the next 10 weeks or so, I will go through that routine again. Babies.
I live underneath the loudest of the dogs. One of the side effects of a basement apartment. Or in this case, a basement bedroom that I freely accept and exchange for tending to the distressed cows now and then and by other chores.
Nowhere in this blog entry of my morning I am complaining. It actually was kind of amusing and I was pleased to have the responsibility and take care of it. I’ll be sure to tell the story later for the credit. I am not mature enough not to still require attention when I do a good deed.
I do things for pride and praise and I’m only a tiny bit ashamed I like both equally. I know the cows appreciated it as well although I get more out of pleasing the house and the rest of the neighbourhood they woke up this morning. I settled for imagining their thanks in my head.
6am. Happy Sunday.
